Roger Bertine Kirkpatrick ’34

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ROG KIRKPATRICK, whose matchless wit and perfectly tuned sense of pure fun endeared him to persons of all stages and stations in life, died Aug. 22 at home in Princeton. He joked with the town's reigning social arbiters and University undergraduates; he kidded the president of the bank as wittily and gently as he did the waitress at the dub. And they all took pleasure in his attentions. The prevailing sentiment was voiced by a classmate's wife: "I loved that man."

Rog was a former Class president (195459), A.G. Class Agent (194954) and special gifts chairman (198384), and the first administrator of our Special Assistance Fund. In June he and Nancy, with the whole family, celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary and his 80th birthday. He had retired in 1975 as general sales manager of the eastern division of Container Corp. of America. Surviving, besides Nancy (Goldsmith), are three sons, Alexander L. (Sandy) '66, Peter F., and Stuart F. (a fourth son, Roger F., was killed in a mountainclimbing accident in 1982); six grandsons, and a brother, Malcolm. To them we offer our sincere sympathies.

The Class of 1934

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Wan Liu

9 Months Ago

Former Student

Roger F. Kirkpatrick was my beloved English teacher in China.

Michael McKenzie

11 Hours Ago

A Tutor for His Son

I was born in 1939 and lived in Princeton with my parents and a brother for years, starting in 1950. I had the great pleasure of tutoring Roger’s son Roger one summer in his school subjects. He was by instinct very interested in the world outside of school.

Basically my task was to lavish affection on him while teaching him not a subject so much as a positive acceptance of schoolwork and a feeling of pride in knowing a subject well. Apparently I succeeded, but our lives left us in different directions and I never met with him again. I was devastated when I heard of his accident. I had often gone hiking high in the Swiss Alps and knew well the feeling of “one false step and ...”

Now I realize how much I miss being able to meet up with him. But his accident was in 1982? Now it is 2026.

He is always somewhere in my mind.

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